One night I came home late after hanging with friends. I crept downstairs toward my room and caught sight of my brother in the family room — sprawled on the couch, blanket over his lap, watching porn. “Why don’t you do that shit in your room?” I asked. “You’ve got a TV up there, too.” He didn’t even glance at me. Just kept staring at the screen — some chick on her knees going to town on two guys. Whatever. I went to my ro...